"Good. Maybe I can get a grant, bring it back into vogue. I've got a...a former colleague who'd love to join the excavation team." Indy's tone had gone sarcastic. He'd read plenty in the papers about those inane Atlantis lectures of Sophia Hapgood's, and he applied the term "colleague" only loosely to any promising scientist who gave up archaeology to become a psychic. She would've had a field day with this place. Probably would have had a seance the first night she got there, tried to channel all the spirits of former patients to tell them which escape plans worked and which didn't. Actually, that'd be pretty nice right about now, Indy thought ruefully.

A minute later, he thought better of this; Sophia was, if anything, even more irascible than Pierson.

Indy shouldered his (admittedly questionable-looking) makeshift whip and turned his attention back to the matters at hand. "I'd rather not get close enough to find out which, honestly. The safest thing would probably be to try to make a scouting trip or two, see if I can get the lay of the land before I go booking any flights to the lost city."